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  • Beginning with the ending we converse with the first steps of man. Broken like the mines of old Kentucky and as hard as the medal which shapes our futures. We are rounded. Diverse in culture but blinded by fears of race and religion. To stumble upon simplicity is a wanderlust broken in the the hearts of the deranged. We breathe because the pines are Broken, and the needs have forged an biospherical dome that keeps Pauly shore locked in your inner hearts. A placid disabler can be the corruptions that envoke the eidolon.
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